I May Not Be There

I may not be there

When you fall

When you rise

When you cry

When you smile

I may be there 

In the first rays of the sun

In the silence of lush green trees

On the white sheets of snow-capped peaks

In the echo of mighty rivers

I may not be there

In your searches outside

I may be there

Waiting for you in you

My dear, tell me

When you get tired of everything outside

When you have bruised feet

When your skin oozes the quench

You may hear me

Breathing in you

As pulses of your life

You are me

I am you

Your reality

Your Existence

I am the universe

And you are the dust of me

– Pooja

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